Since the Revolution of 1789, France has been led into battle by the allegorical personification of liberty herself, Marianne. Marianne is a dark-haired beauty, with plump rosy cheeks and milky white skin who rallies her troops bare-breasted, pressing them into the mouth of hell, where they may, quite possibly, join the gruesome, half naked corpses strewn around her bare feet.
Nothing inspires men to war quite like a gorgeous woman, and if she’s half naked, all the better. Men will die for beauty, for love, for women. Women will rarely die for any of those things, but when you find one who will, she can inspire a nation to great heights. This is the story of Katniss Everdeen in the Hunger Games and I love that story and character for challenging the predominant narrative of women as precious, precious snowflakes. Katniss will die for the man she loves. And in doing so, she inspires a nation to revolution.
Marine Le Pen in France stands to do the same. Just 48 years of age, the blonde, trim Le Pen is poised to lead France, and by extension all of Europe, into war. She is exactly the right person to do it, and war is the only acceptable outcome. Radical Islam is not going to surrender Europe any more than Hitler was prepared to surrender Poland.
Le Pen understands the threat, and what needs to be done about it. She is unlikely to bare her breasts and lead the charge into battle against Islam in a literal sense, but metaphorically, her pert little blonde butt is on the warpath, and better still, her beautiful, anti-feminist niece Marion Marechal-Le Pen is waiting in the wings to take over when her aunt falls or becomes weary from the battle.
Given the elder Le Pen’s feisty, fiery attitude, that is going to take a while. These Le Pen women are made of stern stuff. Of course, it’s easy to be bellicose and rattle sabres across the world stage when you are a woman – it’s not her blood that will run.
That’s precisely the point.
Historically, female leaders have always been more likely to go to war, and more like to continue wars they have inherited.
In a recent working paper, New York University scholars Oeindrila Dube and S.P. Harish analyzed 28 European queenly reigns from 1480 to 1913 and found a 27 percent increase in wars when a queen was in power, as compared to the reign of a king. “People have this preconceived idea that states that are led by women engage in less conflict,” Dube told Pacific Standard, but her analysis of the data on European queens suggests another story.
The authors want to formulate some complex explanation about the division of labor and how ultimately, it’s all men’s fault (because of course it is) but Occam and common sense suggest otherwise: women are quick to choose war because they typically don’t have to fight it. When women go to war, history remembers them for centuries. We remember Joan of Arc. We could care less about the men she led and even less about the men she fought against.
The horrific irony in Europe is that it is women, by and large, who created the political, economic and emotional conditions necessary for Islam to emerge on the cusp of victory. Politically, women vote for whatever policy makes them feel nice and warm. Voting for harsh but necessary truths is not women’s strong suit. They want to feel they are nice. Being nice is of vital importance to most women. It’s a disaster politically. Economically, women participate in large numbers in the workforce, but they don’t really do anything of particular economic value – they are housewives, just for strangers, rather than their own flesh and blood. And, led by the impressive harridans of Scandinavia, they have neutered European men.
It’s really quite astonishing, when you think of it. The Vikings and the Norse and the men of the Kalevala – all epically fierce warriors with the power to curdle the blood of their enemies with a rousing cry – reduced in the course of a few generations to weak, ineffectual parodies of men, kneeling on the kitchen floor, wearing rubber gloves and aprons, scrubbing out their wife’s panties by hand.
Is it really any wonder European women are importing savage Muslims by the hordes? Men like nice women, but women like men who act like men. And men are nice, until it’s time to not be nice.
Be nice until it’s time to not be nice. In the movie Roadhouse, Patrick Swayze tells the men when it’s time to not be nice. In the French election, Marine Le Pen will take on that duty. That the obligation to set the nation on the path to war falls on a woman is a testament to how bad the situation has become. Men should lead other men. Women have effectively neutered men, to their own peril.
A woman will now save everyone.
Let’s correct that.
Le Pen will save no one and nothing. She will inspire men, as women have traditionally done, throughout history. Men build civilizations. Men also save them. Make no mistake: Muslim men do not wish to destroy civilization: they wish to replace Western civilization with Islamic civilization. The Crescent and the Cross have met in battle before, and the Cross has always won.
This time will be no different.
We will win.
And then we will have to decide what we are going to do, culturally, about women.
If we pass the problem along to the next generation to figure out, we will end up back in the same conundrum. Give women freedom to determine their future, they choose chains. Every damn time. Women, collectively, will always choose submission. All we need to debate is: to whom?
Marine Le Pen must limit women’s choices.
Islam is not an option.
Vive le France. Vive L’Europe. Vive tout le monde.
Lots of love,